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Naylor Road Video (MV)




Performed By: Ankhlejohn
Language: English
Length: 2:47
Written by: John Tucker




Ankhlejohn - Naylor Road Lyrics
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Yeah
Jumped off at Naylor Road
Knew since eleven years old not to tell the code
That's how felons get chose helicopter hovering Big 3-0
Natasha live in the Top of the Hill apartments
Bad bitch going get me tho
She f*ck with the Big Lordy got the sickly flow
Left her math right on the sticky note yeah
Ask the bitch if she do drugs she replied back strictly coke
Dollar 17 left on the smart trip hop the 36 bus her Honda Civic broke yeah
Creating pleasure and confusion
I wasn't really that much into her and she probably knew it
Sold her broke Honda Civic and went and got her a Buick
Gave her Supreme math and alphabet
She pretty much became my student recruited
How she only 21 building with a righteous movement
The savage was booted
Mother Earth vibes covered in three fourths
Protect herself deuce deuce same as her purse size
For a good path of success I really had to search mine
You niggas trying outshine the master
But it ain't the first time
Matter fact it's always the worst time
It'll never work slime
I mastered the art of insinuation
Half of my life I spent instigating getting paper
Told my Lordy not to stay safe but stay dangerous
We on the Southside with it
(Doors opening, step back to allow the customers to exit)
Yeah
LAX
Liquor for a lower price ain't have to pay for sex
As a kid use to sport the timbs with the Avirex yeah
Slept on lyrically what y'all going hate on my cadence next?
Sometimes you gotta let go the bullshit and save the best
Left college 8 years ago no degree and stayed in debt
To take this call you'll pay collect
He left this earth we payed respect
It broke my own heart
You like a brother to me and I played you left
The difference is I stayed you left
The love I'm getting was made for Shef
Snickerdoodle cookies at Iverson Mall just played the power ball
Need a private jet to travel on
You the type of nigga I'm styling on
I don't pop perc 30s at all but I can f*ck you for a hour long
Hop out the shower like Tommy Buns with the towel on
Styrofoam cup filled with syrup use to be my get up
Sweep a nigga up like a, yo
Get me tho
F*ck niggas talmnbout Southside shit
Naylor Road hear me?
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Yeah
Jumped off at Naylor Road
Knew since eleven years old not to tell the code
That's how felons get chose helicopter hovering Big 3-0
Natasha live in the Top of the Hill apartments
Bad bitch going get me tho
She f*ck with the Big Lordy got the sickly flow
Left her math right on the sticky note yeah
Ask the bitch if she do drugs she replied back strictly coke
Dollar 17 left on the smart trip hop the 36 bus her Honda Civic broke yeah
Creating pleasure and confusion
I wasn't really that much into her and she probably knew it
Sold her broke Honda Civic and went and got her a Buick
Gave her Supreme math and alphabet
She pretty much became my student recruited
How she only 21 building with a righteous movement
The savage was booted
Mother Earth vibes covered in three fourths
Protect herself deuce deuce same as her purse size
For a good path of success I really had to search mine
You niggas trying outshine the master
But it ain't the first time
Matter fact it's always the worst time
It'll never work slime
I mastered the art of insinuation
Half of my life I spent instigating getting paper
Told my Lordy not to stay safe but stay dangerous
We on the Southside with it
(Doors opening, step back to allow the customers to exit)
Yeah
LAX
Liquor for a lower price ain't have to pay for sex
As a kid use to sport the timbs with the Avirex yeah
Slept on lyrically what y'all going hate on my cadence next?
Sometimes you gotta let go the bullshit and save the best
Left college 8 years ago no degree and stayed in debt
To take this call you'll pay collect
He left this earth we payed respect
It broke my own heart
You like a brother to me and I played you left
The difference is I stayed you left
The love I'm getting was made for Shef
Snickerdoodle cookies at Iverson Mall just played the power ball
Need a private jet to travel on
You the type of nigga I'm styling on
I don't pop perc 30s at all but I can f*ck you for a hour long
Hop out the shower like Tommy Buns with the towel on
Styrofoam cup filled with syrup use to be my get up
Sweep a nigga up like a, yo
Get me tho
F*ck niggas talmnbout Southside shit
Naylor Road hear me?
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Writer: John Tucker
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, O/B/O DistroKid

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